All my life, I was a nomad. Never stayed in a place long enough to create many attachments. But this time, I was leaving behind some great friends.
I was coming to America.
I remember the airport after arriving. It felt so busy and exciting.
First few days, I walked around town a lot. Discovering something new every day.
I remember the first time I applied for a job. It was at a store called KMART. I was so nervous. Didn't think I would get hired But I was ready to do any job. I had a goal to make something of myself in this land of opportunities and insulin.
I got the job and told I would be a cashier, I felt a panic attack coming. I had never held a credit card before. I was afraid of messing up and getting fired on day one.
But the job turned out to be a piece of cake. The hardest part for me was smiling at the customers. I am not a fan of fake enthusiasm and smiles. I looked at the other cashiers - making small talk and smiling at customers effortlessly.
Oh America - I have so much to learn.
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